In connections folks aren’t clones
of themselves: shy, small-hearted,
self-sacrificing, sly, more or less
of these plus another for another
arch, grabber or giver, at times both or none.
We kerfed with saws of censure.
No claret did ever keek. We
snooped for poultice. In pain we
hurt each other till habituation.
The roundabout of routine is hard to heisman.
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